Okay, so I tried writing a FanFic before, but it didn't get a lot of people, and I myself lost interest in it. But I think I'll keep more steady with this one… All I really did was add in a new character, but the story's the same… Enjoy!!! (Does not include Elliot Maslow from the video game)
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN LOST, OKAY? Okay…
My eyes jolted open with the shaking of the plane. "Oh, sure," I thought, "Not like I was dreaming or anything. Go on, interrupt my sleep, help yourself." My arm nudged against the man next to me. He looked over at me, as if I'd done it on purpose. "Sorry," I said. He turned away. He was Asian, and he had a woman sitting next to him. I guessed they were married.
I placed my hands in my lap to avoid nudging him again, and looked down the aisle. I pulled the plane ticket out from the bag that rested under my seat. "16 D" it read, along with the time and date. I put it back down under the seat. The man diagonally across from me said something softly to the man sitting beside him, then got up and walked toward the front of the plane, occasionally looking back at him. I looked down at my hands, trying to mind my own business. There was a man in front of me coughing. It was a subtle cough at first, like he was clearing his throat, and it gradually got louder. I looked up, and to the side, where the man who got up once sat, and I saw him.
Sawyer. Sawyer Ford was on my plane. Sitting in the row in front of me. I felt words rise to my throat, but I felt like I couldn't breathe, or even open my mouth. I choked on my words for a second, starring at him in disbelief. He beckoned for me to come and sit next to him with his inviting smile. I hesitated, but did. I unbuckled my seat belt, alerting the Asian man next to me that I was leaving. I smiled at him, and crept over to the seat beside Sawyer.
"Hey," he said. I could barely manage to look away from his face.
"Hey," I replied. He smiled at me. His hair was darker than it was before. It was still blonde, of course, but now it was more of a dirty blonde. It suited him well. He was wearing loose jeans, and a leather jacket. His hands were tucked into his jacket, as if for a specific reason.
"So, what are you doing on my plane?" He asked me, with his joking smile. I laughed a little, and raised my hand to my head, brushing my hair back behind my ear.
"Well, uh, I figured it was time for a move," I said. He laughed softly, trying not to disrupt the sleeping people around him.
"A move, huh?" He asked. All I could see was his smile. I was so happy to see him, after so long.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him. His smile seemed to fade a little.
"I, uh, wanted to visit someone in L.A.," He said. I wanted to trust him, but Sawyer didn't just "visit" people. He was either in trouble, or he was going to be.
"'Scuze me," a man said, passing us by to the bathrooms. Flight attendants were shortly behind him. The plane then shook, nearly pushing me out of my seat. I'd never been on a plane with so much turbulence.
"Maybe I should move back to my seat," I said, getting up.
"Wait," Sawyer said. I sat back down.
"But what about the guy sitting next to you? I think he'll want his seat back," I said, laughing a little.
"It doesn't matter, it… listen, kid, will you buckle up?" He said, still whispering. But it wasn't out of respect for the people surrounding him; more like he didn't want people to know something.
"Sawyer, what did you do?" I asked, more out of fear than concern.
"Just sit and buckle. Now," He ordered. I did so. "Sawyer wouldn't hurt me, would he?" I thought, but I wasn't so sure. The plane jostled more, and my heart nearly fell out of my chest it was beating so hard.
"Sawyer… if you did something… you need to tell me," I said, looking at him with more caring eyes now. He looked just as scared as I did.
"Carmen… I…"
My eyes seemed pressed back into my head, and my stomach felt like it was about to fall out of me. I was lying on my stomach. For a moment, I felt like I had lost all my senses. I couldn't see anything but darkness, couldn't hear anything but a high pitch hum. My fingers tingled a little as I felt my soul fall back into my flesh. Something gritty was grinding against my lips. The high pitch hum I heard remained, though, adding into it screams and yells. I moved my arm a little, bending it, and pushing myself up. I pulled my other arm up as well, trying to see something other than the darkness I'd fallen into. My wrists pushed me up, shaking with the nervousness I felt. My eyes crept open only to have a bright light nearly blind me. I looked down at what used to be my darkness, but only to see a beige colored grit- sand. I opened my eyes wider, and shot my head up towards the light. After the blinding sensation passed, I could see the outline of hunks of metal, and soon, I could see the plane. The plane was in multiple pieces. Turbines, seats, luggage, people; everything was spread out in a confusing mess. It finally occurred to me: My plane had crashed.
An explosion came from behind me. I dug my head back into the sand, and covered the back of my head with my hands, praying nothing hit me. Screams were everywhere, yelling other names, calling for help: I could even hear a man speaking a foreign language, possibly the man who sat next to me. I looked up slowly. I could see flaming metal around me, but I was safe. I turned as I saw an obese man helping a woman to sit near me. She was pregnant- very pregnant. I pushed myself onto my knees, trying to see the fullness of the crash. People were all around, bleeding, holding each other, and I realized I could be hurt. I sat on my knees and looked at my hands: they were dirty and a little bloody, but I could see no cuts. I touched my face, hoping to find no injuries. There was a knick right below my hairline, but it wasn't bleeding now. I let out a deep, relieved breath and slowly stood up, using my hands as my safety. As soon as I was on my feet, someone grabbed me and was pulling me away.
"Stop! What are you doing?! Help! Help me! Get off of me!" I screamed, as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me further from my spot. I yanked my arm away from his grasp, and turned around, about to call for help again, to see the obese man and another man running with the pregnant girl towards us. Behind them, the plane wing was falling. The man who had grabbed me before held me around my waist and thrust the two of us to the ground, his body covering half of mine. There was an explosion, and he clutched tighter to me. After a few moments, when things were quieter (and by quieter, I mean all you could hear was screaming), he released his grasp on me, and we looked back at where I used to lay. I would've been dead if not for this man. I looked at his face. He had strong features, and really soft blue eyes, kind of like mine. He was wearing a dirty blue over shirt covering a white shirt and a necklace, and dark jeans. He was scanning me over just as I was him.
"Are you okay?" He yelled over the screams. I couldn't manage to pull the words out from my throat, so I nodded. "I'm sorry I scared you."
"It's alright," I managed to say.
"Listen, do you have a pen?" He asked, sitting up.
"What?" I said, rolling over onto my back.
"Do you have a pen? Like you write with?" He asked me. I shook my head. He stood up and ran off in the other direction.
"Wait!" I yelled, but he was already gone, too far away to hear me. I laid on my back for a second, taking deep breaths, then sat up. I looked around. People weren't yelling so much now. I stood up slowly, half expecting someone else to whisk me away from peril. Nobody came. I walked around, my feet pulsing with the rest of my aching body. A man grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eye.
"Am I, am I okay?" He asked me, frantic for help. He looked more afraid than I did. I nodded and kept walking. I kept walking forward. I saw a crying woman, relying on the arms of a stranger for support. I saw a man, screaming the name 'Walt' repeatedly. I saw the man I sat next to, hugging the woman who was sitting next to him. And I saw the man that had saved me hugging a woman about his age who was sobbing in his arms. Then I saw him. He was a little cut up, but not too out of shape. He was leaning against what used to be part of a turbine, but was now scrap metal. I ran over to him.
"Sawyer!" I yelled as I approached him. He looked over at me, his calm eyes not mentioning the danger we were surrounded by. I reached him finally, a little out of breath. "Are you… are you okay?" I asked him, though I knew he was fine. He nodded.
"How you doin', Sandiego?" He asked. I thought it was odd of him to pick now as the time to joke around, but I nodded.
"Okay," I said. Sawyer reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He pulled one out and was about to light it. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"What does it look like, pumpkin? I'm smoking," He said.
"Sawyer, you were just in a plane crash," I said, hoping it would mean something to him. He just stared at me. I took the cigarette from his hand and threw it down in the dirt, smothering it with my foot.
"Hey… what the hell did you do that for?" He asked. I shook my head and walked away from him. I wanted to stay with him. If not for my relationship with him, then for the feeling of security I had when I was with him. But I couldn't… other things needed to be done. And I had to figure out what to do when rescue got here…
I sat down in the sand by the fire. I wasn't cold, but I knew that I would be sooner or later. I looked over and saw the man that had saved me earlier when the plane wing exploded. I thought about thanking him, but I didn't know if I should. Is that something you thank someone for? I wasn't sure if I should, but I got up anyway, and slowly walked towards him. He was sitting alone by one of the fires, leaning on one arm and eating a chocolate bar. I walked up next to him, and he looked up at me.
"Do you, um, mind if I sit with you?" I asked. He sat up a little, making room for me. I smiled as a thank you and sat down beside him. I sat in silence for a moment, thinking about what I should say. But I suppose there was only one thing I could say.
"Thank you," I said. He looked at me. His expression told me that he knew what I was talking about, but he would wait for clarification. "For helping me earlier. It was really… noble. And brave." I smiled at him. He smiled back, and looked at the fire.
"Anyone would've done it," he said. I shook my head, and brought my knees to my chest.
"No, they wouldn't," I said. We sat in silence for a moment. I looked over and saw Sawyer sit down where I was a moment ago. I didn't want to sit with him, but I didn't want to sit with this man I didn't know either. "Thanks," I said again, standing up. I started towards Sawyer, but the man stopped me.
"Wait," He said. I turned around. He grabbed something from behind his back. It was another chocolate bar. "Do you wanna sit with me? I mean... you don't have to go," He asked. I smiled at him, and walked back over, sitting down beside him. I took the candy bar from him hesitantly, still not wanting to take candy from strangers. I scanned the bar: it was an Apollo bar. I hadn't had many of those, but chocolate was chocolate. I broke the plastic between my fingers and peeled it away. I took a small bite, as if to avoid poison. It tasted good.
"I'm Boone," he said. I smiled at him. I wasn't sure I wanted to give him my name. As soon as we got rescued, we'd never see each other again, though, so I figured there was no harm in it.
"Carmen," I replied. The night air seemed so thin, and clean. We were in the middle of nowhere, and it was obvious. "Are you…" I started. Boone looked over at me, "Are you alright?" He smiled at me. He had a really gentle and inviting smile.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay," He said. We sat together, just staring at each other for a minute, then abruptly turning away, as we realized the silence was somewhat awkward.
"Was, uh, was anyone on the plane with you?" He asked me. The expression on his face looked like he didn't want to know the answer, but was obligated to.
"No," I said. "I was flying alone." I could've said I knew Sawyer, but I didn't really want to move, and didn't think it would be smart to stick with Sawyer the whole time. Even though there were long periods of silence, I felt comfortable next to Boone. It may have been because he saved my life, but he was just a nice, and inviting person.
"What about you?" I replied. He looked at me, confused at my question. "Was anyone on the plane with you?" He smiled, and laughed a bit.
"Oh! Yeah, um, my sister, Shannon," he said, pointing to a woman sitting probably 20 feet from us. She was wearing a skirt and a pink jacket, and she had blonde hair about my length. But none of that caught my attention.
"Is she giving herself a pedicure?" I asked in disbelief.
"Uh, yeah," He said, smiling. I laughed with him. We sat together for what was probably five minutes or so, just smiling, and looking at the fire. I would've been fine to stay there the rest of the night. That is, until Shannon came over.
"Sorry to break up your little social, Boone, but when's the rescue gonna get here? They're taking a long time," She whined. She shifted her eyes and noticed me.
"Oh, this is…"
"Carmen," I answered for him, outstretching my hand. She sat down in front of us. Now I began to feel unwelcome.
"Well, thank you for the chocolate bar," I told Boone. He looked at me with eyes that asked me to stay; I guess he didn't want to be alone with his sister. "But I should probably leave you guys alone." I stood up and walked away. Away from Boone, away from Shannon, and away from Sawyer. I walked towards the jungle, and sat down. No one was out as far as me. I kind of wanted to be alone. I held my knees to my chest, and tucked my chin between them. Tears were climbing up my throat, but I forced them down, refusing to cry. I sat there for a moment, hoping a helicopter would fly over my head, but also that it would never come…
Something made a noise. I looked up at the jungle before me. Everyone was coming towards me. I stood up quickly. The trees waved as something had hit them. I walked backwards a little, and ran into someone. Sawyer stood behind me. I watched for this thing. People crowded around me, looking for it. At least I wasn't the only one. I nervously looked around, seeing Boone come up, too. I was surrounded by survivors. That thing made a noise to the right, and I snapped my head around. Then I heard it on the left, and followed the wave of turning heads towards it. And then it was gone, disappearing back into the jungle. A man to my left said the only thing I was thinking, and had been thinking all day.
"Terrific."
I woke up quickly. It was already bright outside. A group was congregating to my side. I got up and joined them.
"What was that thing?" People asked. They were talking about the thing from last night.
"That sound that it made, I keep thinking there was something familiar about it…" A Black woman said.
"Lady, where are you from?" Shannon asked.
"The Bronx," The woman continued. People kept talking, but I didn't want to find out what it was. I walked down away from them, to the water's edge. I looked out at the ocean.
"Hey," Someone said behind me. I turned around. It was Boone.
"Hey," I replied.
"Did you want to come sit with me?" He asked. I got up and walked towards him. We continued walking towards a small group. Shannon was there, but so were a few other people. We sat down. I pretended to pay attention, but kept thinking about Sawyer. I hadn't seen him yet today. A man crept up next to Shannon and sat down.
"So, I was just looking in the fuselage… it's pretty grim in there. You think we should do something about the, uh… b-o-d-y-s?" He asked.
"What are you spelling man, bodies?" A black man asked.
"B-o-d-i-e-s," his son said. They argued for a second about it, and then a man came up next to Boone.
"We're going to go out and look for the cockpit, see if we can find a transceiver to send out a distress signal to help the rescue team," He said. He started talking to Boone, giving him instructions on what to do to help those who were injured. He left with another man from our group.
"Who's that?" I asked Boone.
"Him?" He asked, pointing back to the man. I nodded. "Name's Jack. He's a doctor." I nodded.
We sat a little longer, talking about little nothings. The Middle-Eastern man sitting next to Boone got up and left eventually, as did Shannon. I looked at the little boy, playing with a twig in the sand.
"What's your name?" I asked him. He looked up at me, and to his father, then back at me.
"Walt," He replied, going back to his game in the sand.
"Walt, huh?" I repeated. He nodded, not bothering to look back up at me. "I'm Carmen." He didn't really care. I smiled, and waited for someone to change the subject. But it started raining. And it was raining hard. I ran around, looking for shelter. I eventually found it under a plane wing, with about five other people. One of them was the pregnant woman.
"How's your baby?" I asked her. She looked kind of nervous about talking about it.
"Alright," She answered. She had a very heavy Australian accent. "I'm Claire," she said.
"Carmen." We stood there for a moment in our dry space. Claire turned around quickly and looked at the Jungle. I looked back with her. The trees were waving and shaking. That thing was there.
"There it is again," Claire said.
"Oh my God," A woman said behind us. Jack was out there. I ran out from the safety of our dry space.
"Boone!" I yelled, looking for someone who could help me. "Boone!" I screamed louder.
"Over here!" He shouted back. I turned around, and headed towards a group holding something above their heads to keep dry. I ran over to him.
"That thing is in the jungle again!" I yelled.
"What?!" He asked, not hearing me over the sound of the rain pounding around us.
"That thing, from last night, it's out there again!" I yelled. He looked out at the jungle. "Boone, the doctor's out there!" I yelled. He stood there for a minute, contemplating what to do.
"We can't go out there, Carmen," He said.
"What? Why not?!" I yelled back.
"Because we don't know where they are! We don't know where that thing is! Or even what it is! We can't risk our lives to try to save theirs!" He yelled. I wanted to argue, but there was nothing I could say. I stormed away from him. He called after me, but I just kept going back to where Claire was. When I got under the safety of the wing, I stood and crossed my arms, waiting for the rain to stop.